"Fuck! Let go!" He kept cursing, but Sephiroth was stronger than him, and Mello was soon shackled to the headboard of the bed he'd been dumped on.

He yanked and tugged, and it was a good thing the cuffs were padded or he'd already be chafing his wrists, but the bonds were obviously going to hold tight. He kept trying anyway.

Anger was the only way to keep from panicking right now.